Caike maneuvered through the remains of the windows, and following him were seven other men who walked past the glass riddled floor of the hall, pulling out their swords at the same time. The entire place was currently a mess: the blood from the bodies could form streams of crimson, and everywhere you look, there would be Evil Cultists. However, there were a few bodyguards who managed to keep their footings, especially Princess Gryphine and her men. Brendel was wielding his large sword as well, bashing away at enemies whenever they came too close.
Caike’s eyes locked onto that young man. He squinted his remaining eye, and his face twitched. He had long made a name for himself as a mercenary that instilled fear amongst people. His other seven comrades were the same, no matter if it was strength or background, they could potentially become anyone’s worst fears.
Caike looked back at them, and they all nodded silently. Since they were here already, there was only one path forward. That is victory. Defeat is intolerable.
The eight Gold-ranked warriors stepped forward, and everyone was stunned at their arrival. The bodyguards next to the nobles palpitated. Although it can be said that each powerhouse in Aouine would have at least twenty Gold rankers, they fought solo and rarely as a group as the region these people would have to protect were large and required a lot of manpower.
Precisely at this moment, Gryphine seemed to have realized something. She turned back to see a smiling Duke Seifer ordering his men to stand down, while Duke Arreck was expressionless as he placed his hand habitually on his sword.
The other nobles were scared shitless. Baron Balta was slightly nervous, and when he locked gazes with Princess Gryphine, he looked away. Princess Gryphine thought,Duke Viero, Duke Karsuk, Count Cordo, Count Vitokin are not here. Don’t tell me…
She gritted her teeth and lowered her head.
When she looked up, she could only see two clergymen from the Holy Cathedral.Seems like they did not send any of their powerhouses this time.
Caike twitched his eyebrows.There’s no time to lose now.Bloodthirst flashed in his eyes, and he pointed at Fleetwood, “That old man is a Wizard, don’t let him complete his preparations.” His men nodded and rushed to attack the people of the Royal Faction. This time, the nobles seem to realize that the target of these evildoers was Princess Gryphine, and they did not care about the Royal family’s influence as they just moved aside.
The pride of the Royal Faction seemed to be meeting its end at that moment, and the color of Aouine’s flag gradually losing its shade.
The eight mercenaries moved into an offensive stance, and the entire mood changed, and everyone’s faces fell.
The princess did not say anything, neither did she move backward. She just looked at the entire thing that was going to happen fearlessly, and there was this innate power that seem
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